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This is our City of Angels (and Porn Stars)!!! Have you ever wondered what’s is really going on here in Sexland what we call Los Angeles which is the "Internet" and "Movie" Porn capital of the world?
My blog (hopefully) will be funny, witty, enjoyable and informative with my tilted perceptions on and about really nothing except various meandering thoughts and open conversations about living life here in the Porn capital of the world, Los Angeles (okay ..really the San Fernando Valley)!
Lucky for me, much of my time is spent out driving about in and around Los Angeles. From the trendy areas of Silverlake/Echo Park and Downtown LA to the Glitzy Westside areas of Pacific Palisades and Brentwood to the conservative Palos Verdes Peninsula.
Every neighborhoood around LA has its own lifestyle ..so to speak!!!
So truly my hope is that we can enjoy this exercise together and please be constructive in your comments!!!
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Another sleepless night ..with some benefit!
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Posted:Jun 1, 2016 12:36 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2016 4:51 pm
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The older my body becomes,it seems the less sleep it gets ! Those few nights every month when my body gets 7 ½ to 8 hours sleep is wonderful. Waking up, truly refreshed from a good nights sleep and ready to conquer another day! That feeling is just superb.
Then there are those nights, seemingly recently, that either with me being over caffeinated, business or personal stress, late night TV or a nap has caused me to not sleep soundly through the night. Of course living near this [blog Sexy_SandraD] in Santa Monica, there is drinking / party nights (usually Thursday – Sunday) you will get the residual noise from the street of young revelers leaving the pubs/bars filled with libations and disappointment from the night’s loss of opportunity. The girl that got away , the bad timing and wrong comment that moved the perfect pussy they just met onto another man’s cock….
Yes my street, which is located on a hill with a view, can be filled with these echoing noises between 12:30am and 2:15am. It is something we must become accustomed to since we have chosen to live here in a sometimes utopia built of clean(er) air, negative ions and the serenity we find in this promised land called the beach! So ever so often in the idle of fabulous REM sleep, one of those noises/voices can startle your sleep. It is the price that has been bargained and paid for over these many years. Well one issue has recently caused me grief, the “new” neighbor.
My next door neighbor in this beach apartment was a middle aged couple who moved from the porn valley to our beautiful beach apartments several years ago. Their then 20ish , let’s call him Mark, was off at college. Over the last three years, the couple has turned the day to day, night to night use of the apartment over to their Mark while they moved south toward San Diego. Mark is a really decent guy. Young 6’1 Latin soccer stud let’s say who loves women.
Last night was one of those nights, when Mark loved a woman! It woke me up from, what was to me, a sound sleep and kept me up the better portion of the night. It started when Mark must have just brought her home after a night out drinking and partying.
What woke me was a rustling / wrestling of two people bumping into the wall adjoining our apartments. It startled me. Then at once there was the light moaning of the woman who was with him. Whoa, so very erotic yet so inconvenient for me trying to get back to sleep. Her slight moan was putting up a fight saying “not tonight", then that scream "give me that cock now" was an indication of what was in store.
Mark must have fucked her three times last night. You could hear her moaning and screaming for more of his cock three blocks away (my estimate). Another night of sleep lost! But it was truly worth it!
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Dealing with fake (scammers) members....
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Posted:May 31, 2016 11:34 am
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2016 10:06 am
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"There is a sucker born everyday". David Hannum made this statement about the paying customers of showman PT Barnum. While it is an interesting saying, and many smile at that idea, the truth is many men and women get taken by fraud/deceit everyday online.
Catfishing: defined as someone who pretends to be someone they're not using online site or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances.
Imagine that, there are people out in the world who use social media to be someone they are not. One must wonder what is their ultimate gain? What are they trying to accomplish with the elaborate profiles and pictures? Why waste the time of men and women just seeking out companionship and/or sexual release? Truly this type of hoax has to be either for an ego boost of some sort? Maybe it is a "PowerPlay" or for financial gain who really knows what that person is thinking.
Sadly, a few years ago here on this site, a woman (let's use the name Marsha) on this site ended up meeting a man called Sam. Let me summarize what this sounded like to me. Sam was an "American" working in one of the oil rich countries of Africa. Marsha and Sam communicated via email over a long period of time, Sam told her his 's mom had died and his was in a "boarding school in Switzerland and taken care of by nuns. That he owned a home in Florida that was being rented currently by missionaries,
By the way, too me these details had already sounded like a story being written to set up a TV show plot. She continued to tell me that Sam had invented a way to process crude oil into usable gasoline on a local basis, not having to use a refinery. He found that he could use an older no longer manufactured piece of machinery only located in the United States rust belt (region straddling the upper Northeastern United States, the Great Lakes, and the Midwest States).
Being located in Africa for work, he wondered if she would like to join his "investment group" and they were offering a 12-15% return on all monies invested. All she would have to do is pay for the office customs documentation to ship the machinery to England. This really confused me, an American with a home in Florida, located now in Africa with a in Switzerland setting up a business venture offsite in England. Too many variables or moving parts for it to be true, at least for me. Too many details that did not fit. Well again, she felt "Sam" was her savior and would help her become a millionaire and also give her the husband/lover/hard cock she truly needed. Month 1 She sent $1500. via "Western Union" to an address and a person "Sam" suggested.
Long story short several months and $28,000 later "Sam" and the machinery were having issues with the process and needed more money. this is around the time she started communicating with me. We met for coffee and within fifteen minutes my mouth dropped wide open listening to this story. My questions were simple like; "WTF" were you thinking. Did she fly out to Africa or England to verify who they were or even take a minute and maybe spend $200-300. to hire a local private detective. Within 2 minutes using google earth, we found the address in England was pictured online as an abandoned store front, google search noted the address had been used by previous "scammers" and the home in Florida was owned and repossessed by "Countrywide". The previous owner was not "Sam" or "Samuel" it was a David (Spanish surname) and his wife.
How much time can really be saved by just asking a few "informational" questions and then using the tools that can be found free online. If you are given an email, do take a second look it over. Is is a random of letter or numbers that don't mean anything like JoeyFGCGF275 or Jane3240HGY ... we are all human and usually use phrases and words that make sense to just us, we for the most part keep things simple Joey1012 <-- 1012 is a date that we feel is important to us. Markitup@ (a phrase). Ask in your communications about where they live (or lived) and if they can suggest a favorite restaurant / store in the neighborhood (mine BTW is Lares on Pico, great Mexican food) ask what street is was on then google it to fact check it. Please for your own sanity and safety, create and use a throwaway email address created just for that dating site you are using! When you start getting spam, you know from where is came from!
Yes, it sounds like a lot of work for just meeting someone on a dating site. These ideas and my experience is to be online safe. My latest conversation here via email was with a woman who seemed just a bit off, for her youthful (31) age and location. The alarm bell started ringing when she told me her degree was a bachelors of science from University of Florida . She identified the university wrong she used FSU (Florida State University) instead of UF, as an ex NCAA football player for USC, this was a glaring mistake. Second the initials she used for her degree was a european (UK actually) designation Bsc not the type of degree we give out here in the USA or specifically that university gives out (again google fact check).
Just be careful ...... you never know what they are looking to gain from such a fraud.....
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Memorial Day 2016
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Posted:May 30, 2016 4:34 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 9:29 pm
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It is a beautiful 65° here at the beach, the wind is blowing light 5-7 MPH and the sun is shining! Stunning day..
Taking a ride down the strand today was just perfect,many families and couples and just people milling about in the sand in their shorts and swim trunks, jeans and t-shirts ...smiling, laughter and conversations about... Heading north towards Palisades..it was a wonderful day.
Hope you enjoyed yours...
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What is good pussy?
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Posted:May 29, 2016 1:11 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2016 1:13 pm
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What is good pussy to you? Is it Young and Tight, Experienced and Loose, Moist or Soaking Wet or does it Taste and just feel good? Or is it all of the above?
That simple question that seems to echo in almost every gyms' locker room, our local coffee houses, around poker tables and even when watching your soccer games and dreaming of the other moms (MILFs)? This question is posed in many ways on many continents around this globe.
A few nights ago with a couple of friends, we had this long drawn out conversation about the best pussy we have ever had. We talked and laughed and were amazed about how none of us really could define what a good pussy was without resorting to descriptions about some women are better fucking on their stomachs and how some are better in a doggy style position when we are riding their round asses. We also noted and were amazed that some have other great traits such as the ability to squirt when they cum or the ability to work our cocks with their pelvic muscles using Dr. Kegel exercises. We left oral sex out of the discussion, since it has its own category in our sexual discussion and what a few religious rights might consider perversions.
The truth is there is not just one real answer for every man (or woman); every person has their own ideas, desires and fantasies. What is amazing is that there are tests for good pussy; yes tests for finding out if you have a good pussy! I wonder how many people take this test, without a partner to judge.
Here was one test that was found while trolling the internet for this article: Good Pussy test: https://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-how-good-is-your-pussy-test
Imagine a few men and women have written songs about that “elusive: GOOD PUSSY;
Here is a Sample of some of the lyrics that were found …..
Good Pussy Lyrics: Trina
Can you hear me I'm callin
You got it you got it you got it
You got it and you know
You got sum good pussy
You a fine mutha fucka
Um about to say to hell with dis rubber
You got sum good pussy
Um a dunk dat don't like to trick
Let me gon put dis on you real shit
You got sum good pussy
You got me thinkin of an argument argument
So I can come and get some of yo good pussy
You got some good pussy
Got me calling out yo name
Before you know it oops I don came
You got some good pussy ….
Jacki O
I get diamonds, big old pearls
Brand new cars, cause I got my girl
She my best friend, she keeps it real
I love my pussy, pussy pay my bills
That pussy pussy
That pussy pussy
That pussy pussy
That pussy pussy
It's so pretty, she so sweet (So Sweet)
She so good, wet and deep
[Chorus]
Pussy real good, that pussy real good
Pussy real good, that pussy real good
That pussy off the chain, go on and do yo thang
Pussy real good, that pussy real good
I even found T-shirts and coffee mugs upholding the “Good Pussy
In this article, let us try and define Good Pussy. The Urban Dictionary calls “Good Pussy”: a pussy that feels good to you, and is a good and tight: not too juicy. a pussy that is out of shape too big: a pussy that moves and rolls to bring you to climax easy: a pussy you can't get enough of at any time.
In case you want to know, good pussy for me starts with my partner having some common sense along with a decent measure of intelligence. If she has a sense of humor and what can be called sexiness, at least by me. That has always the best place to start when my body is craving and seeking out great pussy. Combine that with laughter and sexiness, and an enthusiasm to make me cum hard … ahhhh. What are your thoughts and how would you define “Good Pussy”? Both men and women do let us know!
(I wrote this in 2009)
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Fun, Football and Freedom (part 1)
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Posted:May 27, 2016 12:45 am
Last Updated:Jun 9, 2016 8:00 am
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Several months ago, during the 2015/2016 NFL football season, one of my local dating (sex) internet ads caught the attention of Renee who is also a local sports (football) writer. Renee sent me a picture (PG rated) along with a nice response that made me smile and dream of a possible working vanilla relationship, with some great sex and fun.
Over the next few days we emailed and texted, then finally decided to meet out on the beach path for a bike ride the following Sunday afternoon. At the last minute due to an emergency, my little sister left her youngest , 12 years old at the time, with me at the USC game to look after for the night. ASAP, an email was made to let Renee know that our meeting on the strand needed to be rescheduled due to this last minute change in my availability and liquid schedule.
When Renee answered, she was furious and suggested that a real man would have still followed through with the meeting. She also made the statement, she felt that my personality was not aggressive enough for her and that we should forget about meeting, ever. While her position was straight to the point, it seemed a little misguided, but Ces't La Vie! Move on and don't cry over missed milk....
About a month later, maybe six weeks tops her profile was sent to me as a possible match. Truly the universe wanted me to know she was still seeking something. When viewing her profile, a couple of the pictures were a bit more suggestive (lingerie) and also one with her lying in bed with a corset / bustier pushing up her voluptuous breasts. Yes, the thought of me thinking of her being vanilla due to the earlier pictures and connection made me smile and ask myself what other things might have been missed by me.
Of course almost immediately my fingers typed off a dating site email which basically asked if she remembered me and if she would be up for a bike ride in the next day or two. She responded very positively and we arranged to meet on the bike path finally after a couple of emails.
On the bike path here in Venice/Santa Monica, on a summerish weekend, it is usually overcrowded with tourists from other countries, but mostly from the inland empire, San Fernando err San Pornanado valley and other places around the Los Angeles basin. We rode maybe 5-8 miles and decided to pull over for a light drink and talk on one of the local benches while watching the circus of people walking, roller blade(ing) and bicycling by.
Our conversation was light and easy, it was enjoyable to chat with her and was pleased to have met her in person. We hugged and made plans to call each other from time to time and maybe go riding again soon. Later that evening she called to ask me if she could attend a game with me in Arizona (I'm a 11 year Cardinals Club season seat holder and usually fly into games for the day). Sadly, plans had been previously made for that game with a /friend. So it did not work out.
She asked me to take pictures of the cheerleaders for an article she was writing and if they could be emailed during the game. Lucky for me, that game the club level offered me the opportunity to go on the field pregame and assist with the flag during the national anthem. The pictures were awesome of the Cardinal cheerleaders, even before the game started.
The following week, while on the phone late one evening with Renee, she asked me over to "make out"! It was clear she had not "played around" in while since her last boyfriend. Living less than 2 miles away, it was an easy trip for me to make. Walking up the stairs to her apartment for a late night rendezvous seemed kind of high school'ish ad made me a bit nervous. What was it that had me on edge?
Upon walking in, it was important to be a bit more aggressive,also to get the butterflies out of my stomach. Pulling her close and kissing her passionately on the lips, my body could feel her nipples hardening against my chest and the smell of moisture/ sex was in the air.
Guiding her hand down to my cock while kissing her, her fingers took over and massaged my ever enlarging fluid filled dick, first inside my pants then slowly released to fresh air by Renee unzipping my Levis and pulling my dick out for her fingers, then her hands to work it harder and faster. Quite a nice and wonderful feeling.
Renee, of course knew what to do next by dropping to her ottoman and sliding my cock deep inside her mouth. Quite an exciting feeling to have my 7" black cock taken whole the first time that my black cock crossed through her lips. She worked my cock around in her mouth what seemed like an eternity, yet it was more than likely less than 10 minutes. Renee licked my balls, sucked on them, sucked and licked around my cock and then finally slid her pants off to let me see her sweet wet and truly inviting pussy ......
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The Sexual Hunt... Nurture or nature?
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Posted:May 26, 2016 12:50 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 9:29 pm
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With this age of instant connection online dating, one must wonder, have our younger men lost the edge with female hunting skills? The part of the brain that regulates the "sexual pursuit," is called the hypothalamus. The size in men is twice as large, as that in women. I wonder if the internet and “tinderish” styled dating has shrunken that part of the brain in our younger males?
With the sexual revolution of the 60’s and 70’s many (traditional) men were caught off guard when women became more sexually active and sometimes aggressive with what they wanted. Sex became more socially acceptable outside the strict boundaries of heterosexual marriage. Between 1965 and 1974, the number of women who admitted that they had sexual intercourse prior to marriage showed a marked increase. Swinging, also known as wife swapping or partner swapping became part of the societal conversation.
Some older men seemingly had trouble with that fact and ended up getting lost in the shuffle. Of course the divorce rate jumped. From 1960 to 1980, the divorce rate more than doubled — from 9.2 divorces per 1,000 married women to 22.6 divorces per 1,000 married women. This meant that while less than 20% of couples who married in 1950 ended up divorced, about 50% of couples who married in 1970 did. The pill, the IUD and other forms of contraception being (relatively) easily available opened the door to many more acceptable options for a woman and their sex drive.
For me, in my early teens and through my late twenties life here in Los Angeles was a really a candy store filled with many different women! All ethnicities, religions, race, social status, geographic places of birth and body types were usually readily available with only a little conversation and focus. It seemed natural to make the attempt to close the deal with those who may have fit your taste. Of course, no one ever hits 100% when you go to the plate to swing so many times and having such a diverse and large populous of beautiful and sexy women, you swung a lot.
Over the later years, starting in my thirties and through my young fifties, it seemed less difficult to find a partner to have sex. To counter balance this effect, in my mid fifties, my sexual filtering system became more discrete and that once considered inane ability to say “No Thank You” increased. Several of my former sexual female partner(s) seemed to drift off toward younger men, “usually less discrete” by mostly using online sites such as this, craigslist (later) and other web sites. One such partner “Debbie” who at the time was a 52 year old special education teacher admitted to me while hiking in Griffith Park, that she had slept with a younger guy. Imagine a younger man than her younger who was 24 at the time. It seems she needed the sex and pursued him. Quite an amazing turn of fair play for the female, who have always controlled.
Watching my younger brethren get worked over by quite attractive young women, leaving them tongue tied and without many viable options for sex. This has created quite a dilemma for the evolution of the sexes. Maybe the woman has always been in charge of the sexual pairings and maybe, just maybe as a younger and middle aged man my myopic vision missed it…..
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Another great day ..... home again
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Posted:May 23, 2016 11:43 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2016 11:47 pm
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Just walked in from my normal Monday night Pacific Palisades Meeting. If you can't tell by my writing, I am in a 12 step group.....
24+ years ago, I found my outgo was exceeding my income ... and my upkeep was my downfall....also, ingesting alcohol to make me feel better; it was not working for me (or my ex-girlfriend or ). Being sober this long is truly amazing. I never thought I would want to stay sober, I only just wanted to pain of life's bullshit and the seeming addiction and chaos of my life to go away (and also to get all the stuff I lost back - smile).
Lucky for me, some things I really did get back..a few other things I got the better version and those other things I am very happy they did not return (the ex-girlfriend who was a sitcom actresses for one)! For a while, maybe my first 4 or 5 years, I steered clear of single women "in the rooms" to allow them to find their own balance and foundation for their own recovery. It seemed that may other men were jumping at the chance to meet and date the new "fresh meat" in the meetings, I always wave, say hello and move on to the new girls (women).
Back to tonight, the meeting was filled with many young people especially women (18-24 range) who are tattooed, grungy and just downright unattractive with the "millennial hipster look". What happened to dressing, proper decorum. The sexy torn jeans look I get, but the baggy men's pants and hoodies? Enough about that.
My question is, does the dress of a potential partner turn you on or off?
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Story of an older man (me) and the younger woman (you)
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Posted:May 20, 2016 2:45 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2016 2:51 pm
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Half-your-age-plus-seven. This formula has somehow become the definitive rule for the youngest age of a woman a man can date.
So a 59-year old guy can date a 36/37-year old girl. No problem there. But if she’s 30 years old…I am now called a pervert or creepy guy.
Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration. But still so many people in society still look down upon older men dating younger women. They think it’s creepy and even put us in the same category as pedophiles.
How this started was when several days ago, as I was leaving a meeting in West Los Angeles (Brentwood actually) and walking to my car which was parked a few blocks down the street. While walking, A cute younger woman asked if I was at the same meeting and if she could walk with me toward our cars. Being a friendly guy and very talkative "of course" came out of my mouth.
After a few minutes of conversation, while we were walking, we shared some general information and found out her name is Carrie and she was a recent graduate at UCLA (2014) with her MBA (Masters Degree Business Administration) / MPP (Masters Public Policy) and was excited about her current options in the workforce. Carrie had recently worked for a republican politician in Sacramento and decided to move back to Los Angeles and maybe work in Silicon Beach (Santa Monica/Venice).
It was amazing to walk and talk with this beautiful and still relative stranger for maybe 3 blocks and we continued the conversation as we ended up standing at my car for maybe 15 minutes. All we did was chat about her life and goals, the USC / UCLA rivalry and the horrible speaker we just endured at the meeting. It dawned on me she was at the oldest 28 or 29, when my "average horny guy" self turned on with a glance at her beautiful skin around her neck.
Her skin was almost flawless and silky, smooth and just truly a turn on. Of course, my eyes then glanced at her legs and the nice classic business dress she was wearing. Truly the color still eludes me, but her legs were athletic (not muscular) and did not notice any cellulite in that glance! How arousing and such a great feeling to have my mind float me back to memories of my youth and several women in my lifetime that I fucked, who she almost resembled.
You know the look, 5'5- 5'7 Blond with the perfect teeth, the right neighborhood, the right education and just fucking hot.... The same ones who seemed to like at the time fucking me,the 6'1 black guy with the hard cock, usually late night rendezvous at my place or theirs. They could not date me, they usually dated Biff or Mark or John and would tell me they could not do it anymore, and then fuck me one or two times more during their engagement to the perfect guy and leave early morning then tell they could not anymore..... Maybe they could not.
This luscious trip down memory lane made me realize how older men like me get caught up with those younger hot women I talked about at the beginning.
Was I a pervert, no. Was I hot and ready to make my move on this blond beauty, absolutely.
There is a great thing about being older, that reason is experience. The experience to shape a conversation in a direction you would like, the ability to ask questions of importance to someone and lastly the ability to ask for "the order" to close a deal. Watching her eyes light up and stay focused on me when asking questions, listening to her answers and then following up with one of my "pearls" of wisdom/experience you could see her closing into the space that is called the study of "Proxemics".
When Horizontal
Intimate distance for embracing, touching or whispering
Close phase – less than 6 inches (15 cm)
Far phase – 6 to 18 inches (15 to 46 cm)
Personal distance for interactions among good friends or family
Close phase – 1.5 to 2.5 feet (46 to 76 cm)
Far phase – 2.5 to 4 feet (76 to 122 cm)
Social distance for interactions among acquaintances
Close phase – 4 to 7 feet (1.2 to 2.1 m)
Far phase – 7 to 12 feet (2.1 to 3.7 m)
Public distance used for public speaking
Close phase – 12 to 25 feet (3.7 to 7.6 m)
Far phase – 25 feet (7.6 m) or more.
Moving from 2'-3' away to almost a foot told me she either was having trouble hearing me, or Carrie wanted a sniff of my scent. My mind starting thinking of other pearls, like how a pearl necklace would look on her. How that beautiful blond hair would feel in my hands while my cock was pounding that youthful and tight pussy and my hand slapping that seemingly lightly naturally tanned cellulite free athletic ass of hers.
Luckily, my "higher" self took over. I steered the conversation and asked her where her car was parked and offered to make sure I watched as she made it over to it about twelve spaces away. Carried thanked me the our chat and gave me a hug, that is when I really noticed what a fucking mistake I made!
Her tits were full and felt fucking great against my body. This 59 year old cock stood at attention and was ready to hunt for soft wet pussy.... too late, she moved away and walked to her car. This idiot just stood there and watched as she backed up, drove down my aisle and waved and grinned with that beautiful orthodontic assisted smile.
This is my theory on how we older men get into trouble. Yes sometimes we get into trouble by moving to fast and not thinking. WE let our little head and ego guide us into situations that we end up paying for many times over. Yet many times we do think, this also gets us into trouble by not acting on our instinct!!!!
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The ex is back... lucky for me today is laundry day!
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Posted:May 17, 2016 11:05 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2016 11:07 pm
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My ex called me today and wanted to stop by.... lucky for me today is laundry day and that was my excuse for not letting her stop by.
This woman has all the attributes many men (including myself three years ago) long(ed) for... she is a pacific islander cutie standing a tad over 5'1 ...her light brown tanned skin and stunning smile was so inviting. Her cute little "B' cup tits were fun to look at with and without her clothes on..... her ability to take my 7" black cock in her mouth and maneuver her tongue around the tip of my cock..ohhhh
Her low and seductive accent whispering in my ear to slide my hard black cock in her always wet pussy, fucking me in every position..ones that I liked and the ones I had not been able to try with other women less flexible....think kamasutra! Her forever desire to open up her really tight filipino ass for my black cock whenever I wanted it.... ohhhh
The really tough call for me is the trade off of these great sexual attributes or do I really want the residual issues this crazy and insane jealous woman caused me with my , fellow alumni at my college and many friends and friend of friends in social media
What would you do?
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Should we fuck ... or be friends?
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Posted:Apr 23, 2016 2:39 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2016 12:47 am
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Let me ask you a personal question? Both you my friends here and those viewers here online?
When you are starting a friendship with someone you have met online, someone who is dealing and i the midst of divorce, younger at home and a recent ex-lover (FW who just fucked her repeatedly without any concern for her situation and long term health situation....
Should I fuck her like she is asking or wait and let her sort through her circumstances and get current with her emotional health?
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Have not posted in a while.... Thank you Tinder
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Posted:Nov 18, 2015 2:11 pm
Last Updated:Nov 18, 2015 4:38 pm
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It's football season...both college and professional teams are playing! Yes, call me sexaddictdon or sportsaddictdon or just don.
Flying out to a sporting event and being able to witness live action in the stadium, the tactile experience and the crowd noise and maybe even more erotic action afterwards, when I get lucky and feel lucky is a lot of fun or me. Lately it has seemed that my body has slowed just a bit or maybe my desire to fuck for the sport of it have diminished.
Two weeks ago, I ended up flying into Phoenix for the Monday Night Football game with my attorney. Yes the Cardinals dominated the Ravens on the field my body felt so full of energy it was important to release some. Scottsdale, actually "Old Scottsdale" is my favorite place to stay when in town for the Cardinals. The bars are filled with young people and sex is in the air just walking down the street... That monday night it was dead.... so plan "B"... Tinder.....yes that hideous web app that allows men and women to swipe a potential lover errr sex partner into their life with a right or eliminate them with one swipe to the left....
Lucky for me, there are some over 40 year old women seeking companionship who use that Tinder app. That Monday night a relatively fit and athletic 54 year old western European woman from Chandler Arizona happened to make me their "super match". Yes, Ilsa ..truly let us not use her real name, since this 5'4 erotic red haired german woman might just use this site too.... Ilsa was a little shy when we finally talked on the phone after three Tinder emails on the site.
"SideNote":Have you noticed the fewer emails on the site the quicker we are going to get fucked?
Well, three emails and twenty minutes of conversation it seemed Ilsa was headed to Old Scottsdale to ride this 58 year old black guy.... sadly the trek from Chandler to Old Scottsdale took a heck of a lot longer than it really should have yet Ilsa made it to the Hyatt off 3rd.
Thank goodness for Tinder when you are away from home....
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Rio on Memorial Day!
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Posted:Jun 3, 2015 3:18 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2015 1:21 am
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My recent trip in May to Leblon (Rio de janerio) was truly enjoyable.
At this age, the fun of watching the sex worker circus is really more fun that participating in it!
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